I'm a literary defector. The country? Romancelandia. Such a beautiful place, really. Populated by men who have only convenient flaws, nothing like sewage breath and bad gas that make romantic interludes, well, unsavory, and the feisty women who reluctantly love them. It is a place filled with Gothic mansions on the cliff-side of the island, vampires and were-creatures in the interior caves, gypsy cowboys thundering through the open expanses and even a font of inspiration that would put the Jordan River to shame. Its been rumored that there's even a formidable time machine there, but I've never been able to find it.
My heart will always be with my native genre. It's so much a part of who I've become as a writer. But I've long sensed the tide shifting and was reluctant to acknowledge it. Change meant drifting away from author sisters, communing at writing conferences where the topic of conversation at the bar is not is there a tattoo plague infecting cover artists' brains? but perhaps Tolstoy or Vonnegut. Change meant owning that my strength as a writer is not in the intricacies of man-woman relationships or the physical manifestation thereof, ten pages, ad nauseum (never my favorite part to write). Change is foreign and scary and isolating. But it can also mean escaping familiar patterns, freedom from rules that never quite seem to change and the sense that every reader's bite is essentially vanilla, just coated with different colored sprinkles.
My characters will visit Romancelandia from time to time. Heck, they may even winter there (the beaches are very nice). It's one of the best places in the world, filled with stories that are important to understanding our human experience. It's a place of hope and love and enough hot heroes to sink it into the ocean.
So when you notice small changes in the evolution of my website, the blog (though I will always speak of Fabio with reverence), my tag line; and, perhaps, even my retreat into more androgynous content (L.A.= Lawrence of Arabia, Lester Andrew, Lennard Aaron) you'll understand why. I'm out seeking the time machine on other lands.
Anyone have directions to Thriller Island?